*Toby.. Toby.....TOBY!* WHAT *Are you ok you were acting weird yesterday...* Yeah i'm fine... \A cough comes from the closet.\ *What...The..Hell..* UHHUM SORRY I HAVE A TERRIBLE COUGH TODAY... *Toby what are you hiding?...* NOTHING \Clockwork walks towards closet..and opens it to find a girl\ *WHAT THE HELL?!?* ^Please...Help me...^ *WHAT THE FUCK!?!* PLEASE LET ME EXPLAIN! *OH..I see whats going on......* ???.... *You wanted her to suffer...* Uhh..YEAH THATS IT Hehheh... *Well I think thats enough suffering her time had run out..!* \Clockwork pins the girl against the wall with a knife to her neck but before she can get to her Toby pulls Clockwork away and pins Clockwork to the wall\ *TOBY WHAT ARE YOU GET OFF OF ME!* Let me explain Clockwork.... *Fine...BUT MAKE IT FAST!* I was walking down a abandoned bridge and I saw her looking down crying and I knocked her out with a bat draged her here locked all doors and she woke up right about the time I locked the doors and then I grabbed her pined her against the wall and held the knife to her neck and she started crying saying she was only looking for her sister and I saw her necklace and I asked if I could see it she gave it to me and there was her and her mother and father but there was a missing piece and Didn't Jane say she had a picture of her when she was a babie but it belong to a missing photo? *Yeah..* I think this is her missing sister... *Omg...* I know... ^Please don't hurt me...;-;^ =Toby laughs i'm not going to hurt you love..= *=_=* ^Thank you...By the way my Name is Peyton...^ *OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL NAME..yeah right..* =Toby helps Peyton up= Hi, Peyton my name is Toby and this is..Clockwork. *Hi...=_=* ^Hi ^-^^ \Clockwork gets jelous of Peyton and pretends to trip and fall on Toby\ *Oops...my bad* GET THE HELL OFF OF ME YOU WHORE! +Hey guys!+ Oh, hey Jeff.. +who is that your new girl friend?+ *SHE IS NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND THERE FRIENDS!* +OK.OK.God..Whats your problem woman..+ \Clockwork gets mad and pushes Peyton on the ground\ *Whoops sorry..* ^It's ok..;-;^ *Omg what a winey baby right guys?..* Clockwork what the hell is wrong with you... +Hey imma go see Jane see ya guys+ *Can I come?* +Sure I guess..-_-+ *Ok BAII BITCOHES* \Clockworks and Jeff leaves\ Are you ok Peyton?.. ^Yeah i'm fine...Thanks for asking..^ No problem.. Is it ok if i get to know you more?.. ^Sure ^-^^ Great! ^o^ \Clockwork sneaks in the window\ Here put this on for protection.. ^From what?^ *OH NO YOU DON'T!* WHAT THE HELL CLOCKWORK?!? *Oh I thought yall were...* Were what..o_o * You know...* ^O_O^ O_O *Busy..* ^O__________________O^ I was putting something on her waist for protection from the woods... *Oh.....Umm continue..* \Clockwork leaves by jumping out window\ Sorry about that weird things happen around here... ^Thats alright but can I ask you a question?...^ Sure love...^What did she mean by "Busy" and please be truthful..^ *-* uhh...you know the birds and bees... ^?..Huh?^ S^x..*-* ^O_O I regret asking you now..^ xD You asked dear....*-* But anyways follow me...love..*-* ^*-*^ \Ticci Toby grabs Peyton by the hand\ You don't mind the woods do you?.. ^No I don't mind the woods at all *-* The woods are beautiful...^ *-* Then follow me love... ^Wait I-I can't^ Why? ^Beautiful woods...Bad memories..^ Please.. =Toby does the puppy face= ^Fine *-*^ YAY! cx *-* Oh and one more thing... ^?..^ I know who your sister is... ^:O^ ^PLEASE TELL ME I'LL DO ANYTHING ANYWERE, ANYHOW^ Sorry but that sounded wrong sorry I have a dirty mind cx ^?^ Please don't make me explain again *-* ^Ok I won't cx^ Now Take my hand and follow me into the woods ok?..^v-v^ Are you ok?... ^Yeah i'm fine just lets go..^ Don't worry i'll protect you love, ^Thanks^ No problem And plus I always have a nice knife or chainsaw in handy! ^O_________________O^ =Toby ticks= ^Wait what was that?..^ Oh sorry I tick sometimes My friends think its annoying..v-v =Toby ticks again= I know its annoying...v-v ^Its not annoying it's kinda cute ^-^ It reminds me of a little hiccup^ *-* ^-^ Well times a wasting lets go love ^-^ ^Okey ^-^^...
